I am tired so much so that my eyes bleed with sorrow
When the snow falls, my vision freezes
It drips in red
Will the storm seize
Will the blood bleed
Am I gone now
Or is there hope...
Am I lost enough that my words fail
Or am I brave enough to speak
-confused
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